Xiao Qinghuan

From Kunlun to the Central Plains, but only a few months.

When Yan Qing left Kunlun, Kunlun Mountain was covered with heavy snow. He stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up, but he could only see the hazy peak in the fog.

Lu Feng didn't tell him where he should go, but only told him to walk all the way, look all the way, and see the world and the world in his eyes. He didn't understand what he meant, but he could only follow suit.

He carried a sword and walked eastward all the way. The snow on the road gradually melted at first, and then unknown wild flowers beside the official road also bloomed.

He didn't mind much about his affairs, he stayed in inns along the way, and stayed at farmhouses, and sometimes he would spend a night in wild caves when he was in a hurry.

He has also seen all kinds of people. He will leave broken silver for farmers who have no harvest due to natural disasters, and he will kill rich sons who kill without paying for their lives because of the protection of officials.

—But he never stayed long in one place.

When he set off from the winter solstice and stopped and stopped to reach the territory of Pingjiang, it was almost clear.

There will be post stations every thirty miles beside the official road, for caravan travelers to rest and change horses. When Yan Qing settled down, the post station had just sent off a group of officers and soldiers who were transporting military letters. The cloth towel was busy cleaning up the dishes.

Yan Qing slightly bent down and entered the tea shed, chose a clean table in the corner and sat down.

"Xiao Er." He put Chi Xiao in his hand on the table: "One room."

"Hey, that's it." Xiaoer put the cloth towel on his body, stuffed the tray full of dishes in his hand into the sink beside him, wiped his hands and walked over with a smile: "Master, if you live in the hotel, It’s better to move to the post house, and just deliver whatever you want to eat and drink, there are so many official vehicles and horses, why bother to be blown by the wind here.”

"Today's weather is fine, I'll sit here." Yan Qing said: "Serve a pot of tea, you go."

"Hey... that's fine, that's fine," Xiao Er bent down, and while agreeing, he quickly walked to the stove outside the shed, turned over the charcoal fire in the stove with tongs, picked up the teapot on one side and sat down. above.

There is no good tea in the country station, it is all boiled with tea leaves and water, Xiaoer saw that he was not dressed like a layman, and was a little jealous, and found that Baba stuffed a handful of thick tea leaves in between serving tea, and boiled it. After half a day, a pot of tea that was almost boiled could not see its original color.

The pot of tea was boiled bitter and astringent, just as Yan Qing took a sip, the hand holding the cup paused.The little one had been carefully watching his face, and hurriedly came over and said, "But the tea is not to your liking? Would you like to change it to a pot?"

"No need." Yan Qing's expression remained the same, and he nodded slightly at him: "You can still enter."

The waiter calmly breathed a sigh of relief, then straightened up, went to the side and wiped the table: "To tell you the truth, my posthouse has the most rooms and the best dishes on this official road. We can’t find a post house as big as ours anymore, all the officials who come in and out of Pingjiang will leave here.”

After drinking half a cup of tea, Yan Qing asked, "How far is it to Pingjiang?"

"Ouch." Without raising his head, the little second changed the cloth towel and wiped off the tea stains on the table little by little: "It's still fifty miles from here to Pingjiang, sir, you can rest for the night today , Get up early tomorrow, and you can enter the city at dusk, we Pingjiang, the city gate will be closed at Xushi, and once the gate is closed, no one can enter, so the guest officer should invite you early."

"Thank you for reminding me." Yan Qing finished drinking the cup of tea and stood up: "Is there any place to go around here?"

Xiaoer saw that he seemed to be going out for a walk, so he quickly wiped his hands with a cloth towel, ran to the wall hanging in the tea shed, took down a bunch of keys, held them in both hands and handed them to him, "Go around behind the post station and go west. After walking for about half an hour, you can see a forest, although it is not a rare scene, it is still a fun place to go in spring."

Seeing Yan Qing took the key, Xiao Er said again: "Our post house, there is a locker at night, you can walk around slowly, as long as you come back before the curfew."

Yan Qing thanked him in a low voice, just as a passing traveler came in to have a rest, Xiao Er quickly turned to greet him, Yan Qing took out a piece of silver from his bosom and put it on the table, then turned around and walked out from behind the tea shed.

Today's weather is fine. It has been cloudy and rainy for the past few days in Pingjiang, but it has finally cleared recently.

The forest that Xiao Er mentioned was not that big, and there seemed to be few people coming. Yan Qing traveled all the way, but he didn't even see a single person.

Today's weather is just right, the warm sun is pouring down from the branches in the forest, Yan Qing squinted his eyes to look at the sky from the gap in the forest, unexpectedly a little bit playful.

He picked a thick magnolia tree, stepped on the trunk, jumped onto the tree, found a wide branch and lay down comfortably, the warm sun was shining on him, Yan Qing yawned lazily, Hold the sword and close your eyes half-closed to rest.

I don't know how long it took, the jade pendant on his body suddenly slipped from his body, slipped down from the gap between the branches, fell in mid-air and dangled, making a crisp sound.

Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, the sun was already a little westward, he subconsciously sat up, but he didn't go down hastily, but turned his head suddenly and looked at a certain place behind him.

——There are sounds of fighting outside the forest.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, so his hearing is naturally not bad. When he listened carefully, he realized that the voice was moving all the time, even getting closer and closer to him.

The voice was very messy, and there seemed to be a lot of people, and they were all Lianjiazi.Yan Qing collected himself and counted for a while, only to find that there were seven or eight people.

At this time, the sky is still bright, and even the official road is two or three miles away. I don't know who is so bold to rob a house in such a place.

The voice stopped from time to time, Yan Qing turned her head, stared at the direction from which the voice came from, and after a while, she saw a figure stumbling from a distance, it looked like a man.

The man clearly looked like a man in fine clothes, but his temple hair was messed up, his robe was torn to pieces by several horrible wounds on his body, he looked terribly embarrassed.The man held a long black sword in his right hand, and ran forward stumblingly. The blood on his right arm had almost soaked his sleeve, and was dripping down the tip of the sword.

Not far behind him, several men in black clothes were chasing after him. The man's condition was very bad, his lips were so white that the blood color could hardly be seen, but he still gritted his teeth, and gradually approached Yan Qing. Hiding magnolia tree.

——It’s not like a good class, Yan Qing sighed in her heart, thinking that she should look through the almanac next time she goes out.

As he thought about it, the man had already arrived under his tree. The group of men in black were very good at lightness, but after a few ups and downs they chased after him, and they didn't even say a word, they immediately started to attack.

The man had no choice but to turn around and shake the long sword in his right hand. There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

After all, it is a human life, Yan Qing thought.

He stretched out his hand to pick a flower bud from the nearby tree, and threw it down without raising his eyes, just as he hit the menacing sword blade of the man in black.

The inner strength was fully injected, the wrist of the leading man in black went numb, and the long sword almost fell out of his hand.

"who!"

"Who are you?" Yan Qing stood up with his sword in his arms, he leaned against the tree trunk, lowered his eyes and asked expressionlessly: "The one who was killed, the one who murdered, what kind of grievances are there?"

"What's with you?"

"The world is nothing but justice and morality, why can't I control it?"

The man didn't raise his eyes when he heard the sound, he just paused, and then raised his voice: "I will be the Prime Minister of the left, and I will strictly investigate the flood in the Liangjiang River Basin according to the imperial decree."

He said that a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling, but he didn't feel flustered at all, and he even laughed: "It's a pity that people have been chasing and killing since entering the border of the south of the Yangtze River. Servants get lost and end up in this situation."

"Do you have proof?" Yan Qing asked.

"I have the official documents. I also have the Tongxing jade pendant as evidence." The man paused, took a hard breath, and then smiled lightly: "What's the name of the young man?"

Yan Qing didn't answer, but shifted his eyes from the man to the men in black opposite him. His eyes turned around in the crowd before he slowly clenched the sword in his hand.

"The government is doing business." The leader said viciously, "Don't mind your own business—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and his right shoulder suddenly felt cold. He subconsciously touched it with his hand, only to find that he touched a hot and viscous liquid.

The man in black opened his eyes dumbly, and it wasn't until he was lifted up by his subordinates that he felt the severe pain from his right shoulder belatedly.

Yan Qing turned around, raised her chin at the other party with no expression on her face: "I haven't asked you clearly, I won't kill people, you guys go."

Perhaps due to the excessive blood loss, the man was a little unsteady, he staggered a few steps and leaned against the tree trunk next to him, only feeling that Yan Qing's back was swaying.

He leaned against the tree trunk and panted lightly, his eyes were blurry, his heartbeat beat on his eardrums like a drum, and more than half of his five senses were lost at once.

But the sword in his hand still didn't dare to let go.

Yan Qing's back was quite straight, the man felt that he might indeed have lost too much blood and his mind was not clear, or how could he feel a little inexplicable emotion called a sense of security from a stranger who had never met before.

The back figure in his eyes paused for a while, then turned around and walked towards him.

The man tried his best to prop up his body, trying to refocus his eyes.

"What's your name?" Yan Qing stood in front of him, without any intention of reaching out to help him.

The man didn't speak, his eyes fell on the jade pendant on Yan Qing's waist, the jade pendant was shaken to reveal the machine buckle inside, he could see clearly a line of small characters on the jade pendant.

——Kunlun.

The man's breathing stagnated, and he immediately looked away as if nothing had happened, and said in a low voice, "My surname is Jiang, Jiang Xiaohan."